Sonnet Sunday’s: Impending

He knows everything you secretly want

You fake being an idiot servant

Finding some cheap ways to extract money

Keep it up, buddy, he finds it funny

He’s exploring even your darkest sin

A sinister smile, it’s time to begin

Rancid black fluid oozing from your head

Awakens you from slumber in your bed

Everything you’ve done, he won’t be so kind

The mirror shows that the dead are behind

Backed up against the wall, sweat starts to form

Welcome to the world where nothing’s the norm

Scratching at the walls with your bloody nails

See the succubus ingesting end trails

Witnessing creatures never seen before

You’re not going to believe what’s in store

There will only be one thing that rings true

The Boogeyman has come right for you